HWY 127 - Day 3

We didn't travel very far today as the Kentucky 127 stretch really knows how to do a yard sale!  Instead of acting as individuals, communities would band together and take over a vacant lot to make one HUGE yard sale.  Interestingly enough however it was our least productive day.  We also have some additional observations which must be stated.  There are three types of garage sale vendors in Kentucky.  The first type has a buddy who knows a guy who can get a decent deal on a certain item; lets use nail clippers as an example.  This type of vendor will order 40,000 of them thinking that if he/she manages to sell them all they could make a few thousand dollars.  However, what ends up happening is that most people don't really need an additional nail clipper as they don't often break.  He/she may sell a few, but then there are 39,975 left over.  Not being one to give up, this first type will store these for the next year, pull them out again and sell a couple more, store them a year and so one.  This pattern continues for the next 20 years whereupon they are pulling out a rusty box of nail clippers still trying to make to make that unattainable profit.

The second type actually has some cool stuff.  Unfortunately they store it all in miscellaneous boxes with no organization what-so-ever.  They don't even know what they have (which can be a good thing when it comes to negotiating... but good luck finding a complete item if there are several pieces).

The third type are my favourite.  These guys think every piece of junk they have is worth a fortune, and will back up their claim with a bunch of BS like, "oh that's really rare", or "I could probably get twice that on Ebay".  There is no point in haggling with these types because the won't budge.  If this type actually sold everything they had for the price that they were asking, they would be multi-millionaires.

  Today I did some personal reflection, and I'm quite angry at myself for passing up that Atari.  It was even the one that I wanted (with the fake wood siding).  The trouble was the $125 price tag which I'm sure I could have haggled down a bit.  I wish I could say that was the worst of it... but oh no... it would only get much worse..

What I have in my hands here folks is a genuine 1956 Chevy hood ornament.  The price was $35 dollars and I balked.  While in the shower that night, I realized what a mistake I had made.  When on Earth will I EVER FIND ONE AGAIN?!!  I am a moron, and henceforth I declare myself incompetent and am seeking a power of attorney to handle my monetary affairs.  I'm so stupid stupid stupid!

This is a shot of one of the busier sales.  This went on for at least 1 km all the way to the local elementary school where they let us use their washrooms.  It feels weird being in a strange place, and walking on people's property and schools as if it is a normal everyday thing, but you get used to it.

It is so bloody hot down here, and the humidity is killer.  It hasn't really rained here for months so it is really dusty and dry.  The picture above is of a candle set that has melted in the heat.

Some of the larger community yard sales have portolets.  We thought it was kind of funny that they felt the need to make them gender specific.  I guess it is important to only see your own genders poo.  There is probably a law about that down here.

Alas our days haul.  Not nearly as productive as previous days.  Of course the best find was a complete Tonka crane/scoop in decent condition.  The guy wanted $65 for it, but I offered him $40 and he took it.  I paid MUCH more for it than my previous Tonka purchases, but the other cranes that I have seen were in much worse shape, and not nearly as common as the mighty dump.  Also, this version is from 1965 (I think based on the smaller wheel size and silver clam shovel)

The Atari joystick and paddles were just a reminder of what I had a chance to buy.

Ask and you shall receive... those are genuine tupperware popsicle makers.  I'm not sure if these were what you had in mind as when I was a kid I remember we had the ones with orange tops?!

The Nintendo was purchased from a type 2 vendor.  He wanted $40 for it, I offered $10 and we agreed on $15.

That's all for today; tomorrow is the final stretch.  Not sure what we are doing after that.  Perhaps come home?!

In Summary:

Distance covered on Day 3: 71 miles

Money spent: $72.25 (all except $4.25 by ONE person)

Should have bought: Fraggle Rock drum, mounted buck head, ram skull

Appalled to see: 1920's KKK ceremonial dagger (ONLY $165)

Wanted to buy: cute baby chicks

"Sport" to try: Cornholing (get your your mind out of the gutter)

TIP of the day: do not park sideways on a steep incline. You might have to drive over three front yards to "escape" (after embarrassingly burning rubber and bottoming out)

HWY 127 Yard Sale - Day Two

Day two involved us making it just across the border into Kentucky.  I think we travelled a bit further than yesterday, but honestly we are splitting hairs on this.

In order to keep our sanity, we came up with some HWY 127 yard sale rules.  We came up with these while waiting for our dinner.  The rules are as follows:

1:  No crap/nothing junky.  In other words, no new toys, costume jewellery, clothes, crafts, and specifically no toilet paper comforters.

2:  We must both agree before we stop.  Each party has the right to veto, however each party also has the right to override the veto 3x per day.

3:  If one party has declared the yardsale a bust, or has cleaned it out of perceived value, then that party may invoke the "complete" clause.  At this time, the aforementioned party must inform the other party that he/she has 5 (five) minutes to vacate the yardsale or forfeit one of their 3 (three) daily vetos as aforementioned in rule #2.

Hopefully with these rules in effect, both parties will be able to traverse the entire 650 miles with their marriage still intact.  Both parties have both been sworn in by means of an affidavit and will find this contract legally binding in a court of law.

A few things are starting to become apparent the further south we go in the US:
1) Americans have a fear of lightning (multiple lightning rods per house with wire wrapping around the house and then leading to the ground)
2) English words often get shorter to the point that the English is nearly unrecognizable.  For example; tomatoes become "maters".
3) Americans (and sometimes myself since I'm half) really have no idea what the letter Z is when pronounced "zed".  Also, why did Dominoes Pizza need our postal code?  Apparently we were the first to EVER not give the standard zip code.

Yard Sale wise we are getting REALLY tired of all of the old/cheesy Christmas decorations.  Honestly it is like an incurable disease in that you must go through all 7 steps before finally reaching "acceptance".  All this junk makes Christmas seem like a nightmare that you can't wake up from... unless of course there is an extreme shortage of Christmas decoration.  If you ever find yourself needing some, look no further than heartland America.  It is really sick.

AND the Happy Meal toys still in the package!  Apparently people are deluded into thinking someone else might actually want one of these.  Please, after Sunday when the sale is over, put them into a landfill where they can rest in peace for the next 2000 years.  They are a horrible memory of humanity, and the sooner we can get their millennia long decomposition started as soon as possible! 

Some people REALLY don't like Obama.  This picture was taken in Ohio where some people don't like health care.  I can understand how that is wrong as Americans should be FREE to choose not to have healthcare.  It is what the forefathers had in mind when they wrote the bloody constitution!

Not as impressive as yesterdays haul, but I did pick up a Tonka payloader for $15.  I saw several others in the same condition for $80, which brings me to another point I feel I must make.  To all yardsale vendors:  by definition of a yardsale, people are looking to get things CHEAP!!!... not for you to take everything off Ebay and charge the same amount.  It isn't my job to put your kids through school.  Items must be priced so that the merchandise can move.  There is a reason you have a yardsale, because no one is buying your crap at the inflated book value.  Just because some jerk pulled one over on some clown in swampland Florida doesn't mean it is actually worth that amount!  There are 4000 other yard sales we have to hit... we want your crap cheap or we are moving on.

But perhaps the best find of the trip so far was this  Sega Genesis game that we purchased for the Segadude.  I hope he doesn't already have this, and if he does... well words can't describe my disappointment :(  I hope that you love Barney as much as he apparently loves you.  Have fun playing hide and seek.




In Summary:

Total Day Two distance covered: 141 miles
Total money spent: $45.85
Items we wished we could have bought: baby goats, whole watermelons, 1960s full size firetruck, Chinese RPG, bear trap (not to actually use)
Items we regret not buying: Grandizer, 1950s Buick hood ornament
Overpriced: Fisher Price Little People and related paraphernalia
Purchased, but authenticity in doubt: bottle of Holy Water for $1

Wish us luck on Day 3 as we make our way south.

HWY 127 Yard Sale - Day One

As we have emptied the Robinsby Acres coffers into our house, we were under the notion that there would be no exotic trips this summer; and then we heard about the 650 mile yard sale that takes place on HWY 127 in the United States.  That's right... 650 miles (Michigan to Alabama) through America's heartland; where everybody's junk shifts from one owner to the next, and in our case imported into Canada!

We thought we would be up to the task and might make it from end to end figuring that there would be a yard sale every 5 miles or so.  Oh how wrong we were!  In reality, there is more like 7 - 10 garage sales per mile, and at this rate we will be lucky to leave Ohio let alone make it to Alabama... especially since SOMEONE (my wife) must carefully rummage through each individual trinket in hopes of finding that one gem.  Meanwhile I'm either tapping my imaginary watch at her or complaining that i haven't eaten breakfast yet. Well that is a bit of an exaggeration, but as I'm the one writing this you will only hear my side of the story.

We took a lot of pictures, so this blog as well as the ones to come which document our trip will be more like a slide show with comments at the bottom of each picture.

Enjoy!

After I backed the car out of the drive way, we noticed that part of the undercarriage was loose (I had recently grounded it on a parking block)... so we made it about 20 feet before having to pull over for a pit stop.

We stopped at American Jewellery & Loan in Detroit which is the location of TV's Hardcore Pawn Stars.  I was hoping to get into a really obnoxious arguement with one of the owners like it seems to always happen on TV.  Unfortunately no owners were around, and you have to audition to sell your junk... so much for reality TV!

We just thought this was rather funny.  Beavis and Butthead come to mind.  Heh heh heh!

This is butter with a side of baked potato.  To quote My Cousin Vinny... "have you heard of the ongoing cholesterol problem in the country?!".  Holy smokes do they ever lay on the butter thick!

We saw this near the start of our day.  We thought it was kind of weird to be selling a tanning bed in the middle of summer... or to even sell one at all for that matter.

This was rather cool.  It was a six and a half foot tall Sonic, and it belongs with the Segadude's collection.  In fact now that I know this is out there, I'm not even sure you can call what he has a collection.  It was $750, but i'm sure you could get them down to an even $600.  Even if I could afford this, it wouldn't have fit in our car.  The Segadude owns an SUV (or rather his old lady does), and Sonic is waiting for you in Bryan Ohio!

Vintage Tupperware!!!!!!!!! For everyone who can't leave the 70s behind (and secretly wishes that they still held Tupperware parties - you know who you are).

















In Summary:

Total distance travelled on Day One - 76 miles
Total money spent - $48.75 (T - $21.75, J - $27.00) - see our haul below
Biggest observed price gap - Lite Brite ($1 versus $15)
Untapped market - baked goods for those who did not eat breakfast
Items we wanted to buy but could not for various reasons: puppies, rabbits, Corvettes, motorcycles, FULL ATARI SET with 25 games
"Advantage" over Canadian yard sales: guns... oh so many guns

Garden Greens & Tapeworms

Produce at Robinsby Acres! Despite the clay soil... if everything goes as planned the watermelon should be ready for Halloween...

At Robinsby Acres we have lots of robins (seriously!). One of them left us this nice little present - a tapeworm! Note the pre-downpour photo and post downpour photo and the the "after I poked it with a stick" photo. (No it didn't move)

The Big Dig

Well i've finally found something that i'm good at... BREAKING STUFF!  The garage was taken down without major incident.  I'm sure that whomever originally built the garage was from my grandfather's generation as was evident by the excessive use of nails (approx. 1 nail per 1.5 inches).

Goodbye rat poop!

Platypus

What was really interesting was that we discovered that the garage was built on top of an ancient alien starship!  Who knew that Earth was once ruled by alien overlords?  I suspect that the platypus was the result one of their many genetic experiments.  Michael Bay, the hack director who ruined the Transformer franchise being another.

Right now you should be humming along to the music from Raiders of the Lost Ark... no not the Indiana Jones theme you idiot... the music when Indy was in the map room using the staff/amulet to show the location of the Well of Souls where the Ark of the Covenant was found.

The above photos is what led Robinsby Acres to become a temporary archaeological dig site.  It was here we discovered the roof of the alien vessel.  However the aliens had obviously booby trapped the ship as when we tried to enter, we experienced some torrential rains and our land became a swimming pool... perhaps in an attempt at creating breeding grounds for the platypus?

We live Part Deux

(ok, so this is the same as the first but something was wonky with the layout.)

It has been a really long time since our last post. A lot has happened since then...like nuclear war.

When the first missiles came down we thought it was an early April Fools Day prank. Which seemed quite odd as it was October??? Who launched them know one knows...or really cared as the radiation mutated half of our population into freaks with an extra nostril. It became an all out war between the normal nosed and the wretchedly pitiful three holed noses. Note to our alien readers: humans normally have two nostrils.

As you can probably tell due to the bias of this author the two nostril humans were victorious, and out from the ashes of a gruelling three month nuclear winter, Robinsby Acres searched for a new location to settle. We didn't even have to look very hard as there were only two structures left standing.

This was the first option, but we passed because what kind of schmuck settles in a structure built on the left side of the property???? So we marched on. (We found out later that the Sega Dude moved in here.)

After another day's journey we were able to acquire a new base of operations in the western lands of Scarboroughshire. As we were moving in we discovered that the architect who designed the place insulated the walls with rat fecal matter. Rat poo and I don't mix so we began renovations immediately!

The Sega Dude pictured above (turns out he lives next door) can be seen here helping to remove a wall.

Previous occupants were environmentally conscious and recycled a police sign as part of the flooring. They cleverly turned it upside down though to maintain a uniform floor colour scheme. I'm posing here with the sign thinking "you're busted dude!" but I'm sure it was an old sign...

And here we are at present...all caught up. All the rat dung has been removed I personally handpicked each turd and disposed of it) but renovations are still incomplete. You might notice the tomato plants. We aren't sure how they arrived here as they just appeared on morning...perhaps another early April Fools Day joke?

We'll keep you updated on our progress. Until then, Robinsby Acres would like to thank our many GENEROUS donors in helping us to make our world greener.

It has been F-O-R-E-V-E-R (yes, it is a Sandlot reference)

Yep, it has definitely been awhile. July sucked but August was great! Newfoundland rocks... if you'll pardon the pun! Sadly the indoor garden is no more. Some jalapenos were harvested, along with grape tomatoes, but the mites proved to be a mighty opponent and the remainders had to be destroyed :(

Here is the first injury of the year. My fault, really. A filing cabinet beside your work desk really should not be left open - even one inch. View the open wound in all of its glory. It has been two days and it is still leaking. I only wish I had gotten a photo when it was dripping blood and grabbing the attention it deserves. I used hand sanitizer to disinfect and 1.25 hours later a kind person at work shared her first aid kit with me. Hopefully I come out of this better for the experience, although the scar will likely last a lifetime. Pantyhose it is.